Ransom Novels & Stories

he explained nonchalantly. I felt a twinge of sympathy for Nat, but only a small one. "If anyone raped my daughter, I'd be putting a bullet in their skull," I muttered under my breath. "So, how do you plan on convincing him to lend us his account?" "We don't need to convince him to lend us anything," he replied confidently. "All we have to do is find him, offer to transfer some money to him to help him hide, and once he withdraws the money, we take it from him. Then we pray that Orlando finds him before Dante does."

“Untraceable. Bought it cash from a bodega in Brookly. Type the message. Demand fifty million. Tell him if he involves his security detail or tracks the signal, we send him her fingers one by one. He’s a billionaire; He can liquidate that in an hour.” I swallow the lump of terror in my throat and flip the phone open. Ignoring the thumping pain in my tibia, I rapidly type out the ransom text to Zayn’s private number, my hands shaking so badly I almost drop the plastic casing. To Zayn: We have Jade. If you want to see her alive, you will deposit $50,000,000 into the offshore routing number I send next. No cops. No henchmen. If we see a single black SUV near our

he asked. "Leo's not here. He's out with Cheryl to celebrate Valentine's. The sheriffs are here with me," I replied. After a brief pause, Kael asked, "Then why are you calling me?" "The abductors want 4,125,000 dollars in cash as ransom, but I don't have enough. How much can you gather? I'll pay you back in a week," I assured him. "How much do you need?" "About 1,800,000 dollars," I replied.

“If you are here to waste my time, then I would suggest that you get off my phone.” The gruff voice chuckled, and the crackling over the line made it even more sinister. “So much arrogance to hide that fear that I can smell on you even from here.” “Oh, please,” she scoffed, “the only thing you can smell, bloodhound, is Hermés new collection. I’m surprised that it hasn’t short-circuited your brain yet. Now, what the fuck do you want?” “We are here with information about the ransom. We need the ten million by tomorrow. If you don’t come, the money isn’t complete, or the cops are even thirty yards from the drop-off location, your nephew dies.”

One after another, they began speaking up for me. "Melanie, everyone knows how much Mr. Zimmerman cares about his daughter, so you'll be held responsible too if the money's gone. Just tell him where the backup fuel's stored." The crates tied to the rope held the ransom for Ella Zimmerman, daughter of Starbury's wealthiest man, Hugh Zimmerman. The kidnappers gave us an hour to hand over the 20 million dollars in gold bars, or they would kill her. Hugh paid top dollar to hire our technical team to deliver the ransom by cargo ship to the border. We were just 30 minutes away from the border when the fuel ran out.

He shot me a smug grin. I crossed my arms as I snorted. "You'll play by my rules, or you'll go home and forfeit whatever it was you put up for application processing." I felt my belly curdle at the idea of going home to Mother and Father with a broken ritual contract. The voice of my contact slid through my mind. "I can give you my personal promise of safety." I stiffened my spine. Ransom could choose what he wanted. I would be gone and free. Ransom's face closed down.

Andrew chuckled slightly and said, "Mr. Lamar, I've given your conditions some thought. How about this… Not only will I give you the formulas for both miracle drugs, but I'll also bump up the three billion ransom to five billion and present it all to you as tribute!" Riker stared at Andrew with suspicion. He could not figure out why Andrew was not resisting and was actually raising his own offer instead. What kind of game was he playing? Andrew clasped his hands behind his back with a relaxed expression. "What's wrong? I'm willing to pay extra money, and suddenly you can't handle it? Looks like both you and the Hidden Dragons are nothing but show after all!" R

Who knew what would've happened to her if there had been no phone to trace? "And then I wired them money." Samantha blinked. "What?" "The kidnappers. They sent me a ransom demand with an account number. I wired one million dollars, which was just a fraction of what they asked for, but it was enough to trace them with." He spoke matter-of-factly, "I embedded tracking code in the transfer, so when they moved the money through their laundering channels, we followed the trail." "You.... you traced them through the ransom payment," she said slowly.

"The ransom is now $200,000, double what it was before." Lani tried to take a deep breath, but the panic rising in her chest was unbearable. She had thought she could manage when they only asked for $100,000. She had believed that with the help of a few friends, she could scrape together that amount. But now, everything had crumbled before her eyes. "What?" Lani choked, her hands trembling. "200,000 dollars? Why has it suddenly doubled like that? Just yesterday, it was only 100,000!"